I am so fucking retarded. I know we dont "know" each other but you seem to get me. Im the girl that my girlfriends come to for advice on boys and until recently, I thought I knew something about them. Turns out, I am as retarded and lost as the next girl. I am usually calm and collected in the dating department, confident even. But today I want to throw in the towel forever. Does it ever get easy? Is there a magical point at which the opposite sex stops doing mysterious things and playing mind-numbingly-frustrating games? Im not down with it anymore. I have no patience. Why cant things be straight-fucking-forward? Isnt life hard enough?
ANYWAY. There is much more venting where that came from, but instinct tells me to stop there.
MCD sent me the link to one of my new favorite websites, Stuff White People Like. Fucking. Hilarious. If the guy who writes that blog isnt from Portland, he certainly has spent a significant amount of time here because its Portland to a fucking T.
I know I shouldnt but I just want to drink and hibernate. I just want to get in my car and start driving and not stop. I just want to crawl in a hot bath and stay there until my skin falls off. I want to smash my phone with a hammer. I want to spend every cent I have frivolously.
Im not ready for this.
4 comments:
The degree to which you two share a worldview kind of freaks me out. If I was a wealthy benefactor, I'd fly you both off to London so you could party and blaze a path through British boys.
THAT, my friend, would be truly fantastic!
xo
I like the smash your phone with a hammer. ha HA.
Oh everything will be alright. My favorite real therapy quote of lately was "Don't be so impressed with the now." As in focus on how absolutely fabulous everything will be in the later. It's a good thing I don't really pay for that shit -- for $15 copay I'd say that's about right though. Sure.
He also says that what happens is eventually someone invites you to a superbowl party and you meet your husband. :)
I adore you. Any boy who isn't worshipping you and who you can't confess an scant insecurity to here and there without feeling there's some judgement or fearful aversion will die without ever knowing meaning, realizing only that there was something about that girl Chrissy which, if he wasn't such a fearful sack of penis, might have lent to a really amazing existence, if only he'd had one sinlge little clue about life.
love love
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That is the most amazing advice ever. I definitely owe you a cocktail or some such fabulous reward for this. I feel better already. Thank god there are things like you and booze on this planet. Makes a girl feel like she will survive.
xoxo
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